I am becoming a curmudgeon. I am grumpy about everything. I'm feeling old and growly. I want to take the tax money from the private schools unless they fully allow students requiring accommodations (and I don't care what my private school parent friends say, my kid would never be accepted). I feel that, as usual, the parents of kids requiring accommodations are on their own. I have learned how to work the system for my kid and it looks like that's how things will continue for their public education.
Yes, quite curmudgeonly. I feel like yelling at someone to get off my lawn. But, actually, not. More than anything I feel like giving a giant shrug. Because, let's face it. Nothing changes. Social services are short-changed. Male-dominated careers will always be valued more. Maybe I'm not a curmudgeon. I'm just sad.
In the meantime, adding to my feeling sad/old/curmudgeonly, I have my family to love and support. Max, my ever-loving Wheaten Terrier, was finally blessed with his long-desired opportunity to take on a raccoon this morning. He came out of the event with a couple of nips. I'm not sure what the repercussions will be. The mama raccoon hung over the top of my grape trellis, too tired to even hiss at me as I ran by to check on Max. I hissed at her. And called her some unkind names. Serves her right for thumbing her nose at Max over the years as she waddled by in the neighbour's yard, just out of reach. It remains to be seen how Max will recover. He was limping today, but game for a walk. I'm hoping his tenacious terrier attitude will prevail, but he's been wrapped in blankies and love all day.
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| Sad puppy - was it the fight or the bath? |
B left the gate open after coming in from going to the local Rec Centre with our next door neighbour and good friend. He was distracted. ADHD? Perhaps. Turns out, you see, that they met some girls...
Oh god! Thirteen...and today, after a flurry of texts, B emerged from the basement to say he was heading to the movies and her mom was driving them at any minute, they were seeing a "chick flick" because "I'm trying to impress the girls, please, was I going to say, hey - let's go see that action film, you can watch arms being chopped off in 3D? Can I have some money? Enough to pay for her - just in case?" We were in the middle of making dinner, and I barely had time to process what was happening, give a quick lecture on respect, grab some cash, then the doorbell rang and this very cute girl was at the door. I walked out to meet the mom (never did get her name - she looked as stunned as I felt) and offered to pick them up, then B asks the girl if she "can pay for herself" and I think, "Okay, this isn't going to last" and a new 'Mom' lecture topic comes to mind: "how to politely ask touchy questions" and BAM my baby is off to the movies.
I wonder if A is feeling weird that his younger brother is going on a "date" before he is? But he's too involved with his new ability to drive to care. "Can we go driving again tonight?" Good God, how did this happen? I'm the parent of teens!
So excuse me if the teachers' issues seem to have slid to the back burner. It's been a busy couple of days. Time has sped up and I suddenly am filled with worries that go waaaay beyond missing some classes...
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